The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The library collapsed not with a crash, but with a sigh, the shelves folding inward like wet cardboard until the air itself became a dense, gray sludge that pressed against my lungs. I woke with the taste of old paper on my tongue, the sheets twisted around my legs, and the faint, persistent ringing in my ears that had been my constant companion for twenty-six years. It was a Tuesday, or...

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